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forward to next year's already. I'm a research
grants for research faculty... in my spare time I read
Fiona - You recently had a major adventure. What possessed
Rebecca - Besides a mid-life crisis? I've been toying with the idea for years, and just decided
Fiona - And there was a Groupon... LOL! I'm actually a little afraid of heights -- don't like being up in high
buildings and panic at the thought of standing on cliffs.
Rebecca - This past summer I took my seven-year-old
daughter to Chicago, and we made the
obligatory visit to the SkyDeck observatory
in what used to be called the Sears tower.
It's on the 103rd floor, and there are glass
boxes that extend outward so that you can
stand outside the building and be completely
surrounded by the view. It was phenomenal.
And terrifying.
So, what better challenge next, than jumping out
of a plane? I mean, why not?
Link to Skydeck
This seems like a viable alternative, maybe.
Fiona - (Hmmm. The list of reasons is running like a ticker tape across the bottom of my thoughts.)
Why not ideed! That's the stuff, girl-friend! So off you went with a buddy who had experience
jumping. Maybe she won a bet you're not willing to tell us about.
Rebecca - Nope! It was her first time too. She'll love that you thought she'd done it before.
She balanced my panic well.
Fiona - With her own?
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| Rebecca and Chrissie |
Rebecca - It was fun though -- as we went higher,
I calmed down, and she got more
nervous.
Fiona - Yes, that does sound fun! So what was
the pre-jump process. You had to sign
away your life right?
Rebecca - Oh my goodness. Yes. At least eight
pages of signing my life away; my
rights, those of my daughter, heirs,
estate -- you name it. I jump, life
insurance out the window, and I would
have to pay $ for their legal fees.
Fiona - Wow!
Rebecca - We actually were supposed to jump a couple weeks earlier but it was too cloudy. So I had a
while to think over the first contract before signing it all over again a second time.
Fiona - I remember that. We were all crossing our fingers for you. (...and thinking that Providence was
offering you an opportunity to re-think your decision making process.) And after you put your Jane
Hancock on the line, certainly they gave you some clothing parameters and training.
Rebecca - None! Other than a reminder that it's approx 20 degrees colder when you're 10,000 feet up
(2mi) than on the ground. Otherwise, street clothes was the rule.
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| Rather unconvincing Maralyn Monroe waxwork (Photo credit: Ben Sutherland) |
Fiona - So if you wanted to jump with your Marilyn Monroe
dress and stilettos, they would have been cool
with that? Huh. I bet the people below would beg to
differ.
Rebecca - That may've been a bit much. My friend came
straight from the clinic in her skirt and heels, and they
made sure she changed to jeans first. Can you
imagine getting hit in the head with a stiletto heel
that fell from two miles up?? Training? Not a thing.
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| Scott and Rebecca |
My instructor laid out a torso harness for me to step
into, and he tightened it down 80% of the way. He
pointed out the metal platform over the plane's wheel
that I was to plant my feet onto when positioning to
jump, and that was it.
Fiona - So they introduced you to some guy, said,"We're going
to strap you to him." And that was basically it? Seems
pretty intimate. You'd think he would invite you out for a
drink first.
Rebecca - When I asked about landing, Scott -- my instructor --
told me he wanted to hold off on that until we'd
deployed the canopy first so I would focus on the
jumping.
Fiona - Now in your video, he had a helmet and you didn't. Did that make you nervous?
BTW, I think it was so if you vomited, it wouldn't get in his eyes.
Rebecca - I was wondering where my helmet was until he ushered us on the plane!!
No helmet. No jumpsuit. Just a pair of safety goggles.
I was really paranoid about losing control of key body functions during the free fall. Thank
goodness everything crystallized for me as reality set in, and I jumped.
Fiona -So you decided to tandem jump with some cute guy. They asked in the film about your feelings, but
you were in the middle of things. So I'm going to ask now that you've had some time to reflect what
were you experiencing physically and emotionally as you got on the plane?
Rebecca - Other than panic about standing 10k feet up on a narrow metal strip under the wing, you mean?
Other than worrying about the life I'd just relinquished rights to?
Fiona - Ha! Let's pretend that a writer is working on a scene where her heroine is in the position
where she has to jump out of a plane for the very first time with no instructions. (For a worthy cause
like saving her kids or the world at large - yeah, I'd jump for my kids... maybe my husband... Oh, hi
honey -- didn't see you there, reading over my shoulder. I mean ABSOLUTELY for my husband,
and/or the preservation of humanity, but that's about it.)
Let's try to move through the experience so they can write it right.
Rebecca - Adrenaline started pouring through me the moment Scott slid the harness up my legs and cinched
it around my hips. He flipped the camera in my face, and my mind went blank but for thoughts of
defective parachutes.
The pilot was held up verifying his flight plans, which left me to think about the darn chute
malfunction.
My friend and her instructor hopped in the plane first -- a tiny shell with a single glass door -- and
Scott pulled me aside to show me where to plant my feet. He then pointed out the four straps on
my harness he was going to clip to the front of his, just before leaping.
He hopped in just behind me, and a fifth instructor slid in last and slid the door down behind us.
By the time we started taxiing down the runway, my pulse was humming in time with the engine,
and it was all I could do to keep from grabbing Scott's hands for balance.
Fiona - For balance... Sure, okay.
Rebecca - Hush. This is my story. So, we took off and the ground disappeared -- in the video Scott
captured our plane's shadow shrinking and it hit me then that I was literally entrusting my life to
this man.
Scott leaned forward as he gave us further instructions -- most of which I may or may not've
remembered after two seconds -- and I spied the Save our Troops patch on his jumpsuit's right
breast. Hmm.
"How many jumps have you done?"
"My fifth today," he replied.
"Total, I mean." Dork.
"Thirty-four hundred."
Whoa.
To distract myself, I started prying into his personal life, and it was a huge relief to learn he'd
been in the Army for a couple of tours before getting out.
Fiona - So you were asking all of those personal questions as a coping mechanism?I think I might have pried
a little earlier -- could I see his mental health records? Would he pee on this strip for a quick drug
test? You know - the usual.
Rebecca - Ha! As an aside, the fifth man who slid in behind me jumped at 5,000 feet. He was testing a new
parachute folding method... The pilot yelled when we reached 5,000 feet, Scott grabbed my
shoulder and pulled me toward him before raising the glass door.
When the wind poured in I realized that I wasn't strapped to a single thing in that airplane.
I scrambled around and settled on a red hand-strap on the left shoulder of Scott's harness. He
looked down at my hand, looked straight into my eyes, and wagged his finger in no uncertain
terms. Yeah. So I leaped into Chrissie's lap and watched Mr. Hunky-dude kick out the open
door.
Fiona - Why didn't Scott let you hold onto the red handle?
Rebecca - By the time Scott lowered the glass door, and I could hear again, I'd gotten my heart under
control and asked what the red thing was. Apparently it was our reserve parachute -- if I'd pulled
any harder it would've deployed in the cabin. "It would quickly become a very bad day."
Fiona - Shoot, girl. Remind me not to jump out of any planes with you. Oh wait... that would never be a
scenario.
Rebecca - We circled on up through the crystal clear sky, the only indication of our height being the digital
altimeter on his left wrist and the shrinking grid of country roads waaaaay below.
But it was funny -- the higher we went, the calmer I got.
Fiona - The drugs kicked in? Or lack of oxygen to your brain cells?
Rebecca - No drugs!! Though many folks back on Earth were wondering what I'd taken before signing up
for this!
I understand that at 10k feet and higher, oxygen to the brain is severely limited and if we'd stayed
much longer than we did we'd have needed some O2. Luckily I didn't know that at the time.
Instead, at about 9k Scott grabbed my shoulders and leaned into my ear. "Time," he shouted.
"Turn around, feet in front of you, and scoot back onto my lap."
He knelt next to the glass door, and waiting patiently for me to twist around and sit on his lap.
Wow.
Fiona - I'm sure.
Rebecca - Let me reiterate here: I trusted him completely. I had to!
Fiona - And then...
Rebecca - I'll gloss over the specifics.
Fiona - Girl!
Rebecca - It all happened so fast! One minute I was perched on his knees, and the next minute my shoulders
were pressed against his and my hips were strapped down to his.
He spent the last thousand feet tightening the four straps until my chest was compressed, and I
couldn't get a full breath.
Then, he leaned forward over my left shoulder. I thought he was getting ready to extend some
vital piece of information that would make the difference between life and death, and I turned my
cheek to his. To hear better. You know?
Fiona - Mmmhmmmn.
Rebecca - The pilot twisted and leaned down. "We gotta get Hunky-dude (name changed for privacy) to the
nearest hospital."
Yeah. Hunky-dude was the jumper at 5k.
So there I was, strapped and ready to jump and the mention of HOSPITAL was just tossed out
there. :sigh:
Scott nodded, looked down at me, and asked, "Ready to do this, girl?"
Thumbs up. PleaseGodletmeliveandnotbreakanybones. Pleaseletmekeepmyeyesopen.
Pleasekeepmybladderundercontrol. Pleasedontletmymotherhearmeswear.
The door went up. I scooted off Scott's lap and to the front of the open door. Forty-six knot
winds pulled my feet out and to the right. It was all I could do to pull them to the metal strip
where I was supposed to plant them. I held onto both sides of the door with a death grip, and it
took a while to realize Scott was prying the fingers on my right hand from the open door frame.
One of the three key pieces of instruction I'd been given was to cross my arms and hang onto my
shoulder straps until he tapped my shoulder. I imagined it was so I would land with both arms
attached to my body.
You can actually see him prying in the video.
I saw Chrissie behind him, a look of terror (or glee, perhaps?) on her face, and she gave me a
thumbs up. And then Scott shoved.
Fiona - Surely glee.
Rebecca - She denies it.
Fiona - And then you were flying like a bird
Rebecca - It was phenomenal. There was no sense of dropping. No acceleration. Just floating.
Fiona - That's surprising!
Rebecca - That was the most impressive thing about the experience, for me. I was shocked at how calm I
was by the time we were ready. It may have had something do with knowing the man attached to
me was more experienced than most. But the freedom I felt was overwhelming.
Fiona - What happens to your body when the parachute is deployed?
Rebecca - Free fall lasted probably 40 seconds or so. I expected my gut to feel like when you drop on a
roller coaster, but I don't remember anything like that. Just smooth. Floating.
Then there was a slight tug before our bodies were lifted upward by the shoulders when the chute
opened overhead. My legs flew down and then kicked forward, just like when bungee jumpers
hit the bottom before bouncing back up,
And no, I've never bungee jumped. I'm not crazy.
Fiona - Debatable. Okay, so is there a difference in the sensation of free falling and being supported by the
parachute?
Rebecca - It's like going from driving 75mph on the interstate for an hour, to exiting onto a country road at
night and rolling down the windows to hear the crickets.
There is sudden silence and peace.
Fiona - Neat analogy
Rebecca -My ears were ringing after the rushing wind of the free fall, but once I had a moment to catch my breath
I could look around and appreciate the curving
horizon.The brown and green palette manymanymany
feet below. The tiny airport strip to the east.
The sound of the chute flapping overhead.
The harness was so tight by that point that I was afraid my ribs would bruise. I actually grabbed
the strap across my chest to see if it would loosen a bit. I may've regretted that...
Fiona - So eventually the Earth gets closer, things come into focus, tell me about the last stage of coming in
and landing.
Rebecca - Scott guided us in circles and figure-eights around the airport (awfully fun!!!), and at some point
he disconnected our hips.
Fiona - Did he now?
Rebecca - Silly Fiona. How else was I to get my legs up high enough for the finale?
Fiona - Pray tell...
Rebecca - Which was landing, of course.
We aimed for the grassy side of the airstrip, and about fifty feet up, he
told me to lift my legs at the hips -- as high as I could -- and keep them there
until he told me to lower them.
Up they went, and down we went. I was visualizing him running in mid air -- like in the cartoons,
perhaps -- but we came down smoothly on our rear ends like down a playground slide.
Maybe like a baseball player sliding feet first into home base.
Yeah -- that's a better analogy.
Fiona - Agreed. So Scott made a home run
Rebecca - Yes ma'am. Number 3,401.
Fiona - Wow hard to put all of those notches in one belt.
Rebecca - I'm sure he had many harnesses over the years.
Fiona - And you didn't regret it in the morning! You go girl!
Rebecca - Not at all. The actual jump was amazing, and I doubt that will be my last time. The most
frightening part was the anticipation. And the contract.
Fiona - You know, Anastasia Steele said the same thing.
Rebecca - And she is...?
Fiona - Sadly, that was an allusion to Fifty Shades of Grey
Rebecca - I've not had the pleasure of reading that...
Fiona - Lucky girl. You left off with all is well - you're rolling around in the grass with Scott
Rebecca - There was no rolling involved!
Fiona - Girl friend, you didn't pull your signature move? How did the story end?
Rebecca - Who've you been talking to?!
Okay. So it was a clean landing -- I mentioned that, right? Scott unclipped, and I hopped up, and
that was it! I couldn't sit still for quite some while, and helped my friend a little ways behind us
when their parachute draped over them upon landing.
Scott went to check on Hunky-dude, who had landed at the far end of the tarmac and was laying
there while another staff member cut off his shoes and jumpsuit leg. cold dose of reality, for sure.
My friend -- who happens to be a clinician at our medical university -- offered to help, but
Hunky-dude was on the hunt for a cigarette and a bottle of Jack Daniels.
Fiona - Nice
Rebecca - It turned out it was a nasty sprain and badly bruised ego, according to Scott the next day. Thank
goodness.
Fiona - Yes! I've been worried about him since you mentioned the pilot.
Rebecca - He'd come in too fast after doing a 360degree turn about 50 feet up, and apparently blacked out
when he hit hard.
Fiona - Yikes! Well Rebecca this has been an awesome time! Thank you so much for sharing your story
with us. Will you promise to come back and tell us all about your next death-defying adventure?
Rebecca - Absolutely. Once my mother has had some time to recover from this one.
Fiona - Tell Hunky-dude to share his Jack Daniels with her, and she'll be fine.
If you have any questions, Rebecca and I will try to get them answered for you.
This is a link to South Carolina Skydiving where Rebecca had her adventure
And in case you're interested in testing your ability to withstand terror here is the Groupon link
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